Some say our words are reactions to the world. Happy captures our mood like cluck cluck cluck captures a chicken. The words for hill or house or pain also spontaneously arise in us. They are the sounds the world makes. So I listen to Daisy. I want to find out if she speaks onomatopoeically. I want to know if her complex collection of woofs are some kind of representation of the world. It turns out, though, that Daisy doesn’t say all that much. She is a silent beast. Is that it? I ask her at last. Is that your onomatopoeic response? I listen to a silence that weaves its connection back into the world. It arises not so much from inside but out there. That’s really something! I add, noting how Daisy has still not replied. You’re capturing it perfectly!